We Say We Love Each Other

What we fight bitterly: voices scraping against demanding, selfish.

Where is the future we spoke of, between us, stronger by difference?

We sit on the couch trying to understand each other, pointing to an object:

What did you mean?

Lists, signs, paper with pictures, paper with words, poems, photographs, repeating, explaining, exasperation, anger.

Asking:

What did you mean?

The other says she loves: how believe when her words, her gestures, are not the ones that speak love to you?

We sit on the couch. You rub my feet, my heels are small oval drums. The radio playssomething we can't dance to. The room smells of oranges. After a while, we say again we love each other.

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